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"Hoggle," he repeated with a laugh. Then his eyes met mine. "You're a fucking genius." He closed the distance between us in two strides, taking my hands and lifting me to my feet. "Your sketches are majestic, Felicity. You are majestic."
Stunned, I held his gaze. I honestly didn't get the hype. I mean, it wasn't like I didn't know I was good, but no one had ever made me feel like I was…almost perfect. Aaron was looking at me like I had the cure to cancer resting in the palm of my hand.
That was why when he suddenly pressed his lips to mine, I was so momentarily shocked that it took me a few seconds to realize he was kissing me. And then, when it finally hit me, the only thing I could do was pull away, lift my hand up, and slap him hard across the face.
The sound echoed loudly in the silence, and my chest heaved as I stared back at his face, which was now facing the direction of the slap.
I swear my heart dropped inside my stomach. I hadn't meant to slap him. The kiss only took me by surprise. But at the same time, I didn't want him to think he could touch me whenever he pleased. I was not one of those girls.
"I apologize. I shouldn't have done that." Aaron's face straightened, his jaw clenching as he held my gaze.
My gaze dropped to his lips. Thinner upper and a very plump lower. Just now, they’d been on mine. My heart had skipped a beat, but it was enough that the memory of how it felt still lingered on my skin.
I wanted to feel that again.
That unadulterated lust.
Excruciating desire.
With shaky hands, I reached upward and grabbed his face. He didn't object, but his eyes were puzzled. Full of questions I didn't have the answer to. My heart thundered inside my chest. I lowered his head to mine, sucking in a breath.
What was I doing? Why couldn't I stop? Why did I keep wanting the one thing I shouldn't?
Those questions flew out the window when his lips touched mine again. It was nothing short of breathtaking. I let him take the lead, shivering when his tongue darted out to lick my lips. Pleasure shot through me at the little action and my hands fell from his face to grip his shirt, hanging on for dear life.
Aaron Pegg was a dangerous man, the kind my father warned me to stay away from. With just one kiss, he was dragging me under, resuscitating me, and sinking me deep again until I had no idea where I ended, and he began.
When I opened my mouth, he dove in like a flood, tasting, sucking, taking just as good as he gave. A pleading sound permeated the air, and I realized with horror that it had come from me. I gripped his shirt harder, prompting him to move our bodies backward until my ass hit the edge of his desk.
"Fuck, Felicity. You're driving me crazy," Aaron breathed, dragging his mouth from mine to suck on the place just below my ear. I moaned, rubbing my front against his hard length. He growled against my ear, the sound reverberating through my entire body and coming to rest on the aching place between my legs.
His hand drifted down to cup one of my breasts, giving it an almost painful, but certainly pleasurable, squeeze. I gasped, and he took that as an opportunity to kiss me again. Our tongues danced a violent rhythm, neither of us relenting.
I didn't notice his other hand traveling downward to my waist until it slipped inside the waistband of my skirt. At the back of my head, a voice told me to stop. It had gone too far already. I'd kissed him. Surely, it had to be enough.
But Aaron's skilled fingers pushed my underwear aside and were now touching my folds.
He released a breathy chuckle. "See how wet you are. Is this all for me?" His finger brushed against my clit, and I buckled against his hand.
"Aaron, please," I moaned under my breath, ignoring the voice at the back of my head that called me pathetic.
"Please what?" he cooed, repeating the action again. "Be a good girl. Say it."
Screw being pathetic. My body was on fire, and he was the only person capable of dousing the flames.
"Please touch me." Frustrated tears had gathered in my eyes as I moaned, my eyes drifting shut.
"But I am touching you, baby," he chuckled, then slipped one finger inside me.
Nothing could have prepared me for the absolute pleasure his finger elicited as it moved inside me in a back-and-forth rhythm. He added a second finger just then, and I was sure I would die from the sensation.
"Ah!” I cried out, practically riding his hand, shamelessness be damned. The fact that anyone could walk in on us did nothing to reduce the mind-blowing orgasm I knew was teetering on the edge. If anything, it added to the excitement. That was how I knew something was definitely wrong with me.
"That's it, baby. Cum for me." Aaron increased his pace, and when his fingers hit that spot once, twice, and then a last time, I held onto him for dear life, eyes wide and bones tensed as the pleasure washed through me.
I shook sporadically against him, and he held me, which I was immensely thankful for because otherwise, I would have fallen flat on my face.
When the wave passed, and I came down to earth, guilt greeted me, just like it had that day with AaRogue.
